I'm awake again, small flames litter the ground, the base of my chair, and some of the other equipment lying around the room. A black ring of scorched concrete surrounds me and the security guard is laying on the ground. I can't tell if he was alive or dead but his skin are covered in burns, red and boiling, holes are burned through his uniform. I can't hear him breathing. Besides the crackle of fire, the room is completely silent and thankfully, the concrete floors are keeping the fire from spreading.

The fire has also burned off the straps holding my legs to the chair, but my wrist are still tightly secured to the chair. I concentrate on the fire beside my chair, willing it to grow bigger until the flames reach high enough to burn through the strap of my right wrist. Even though I can feel the heat of the flames against my wrist, I don't feel any pain. Sometimes I don't know if my immunity to fire is a good thing or not. As I pull my arm free from the strap securing it, I decide that it might just be a good thing. I use my free hand to undo the strap on my left arm.

I take a deep breath, ready to stand up. Then I remember why I am here. I look up at the machine that caused me to blackout in the first place. Most of it had been on fire at one point it looks like, but looking at the machine brought attention to the searing pain I still felt in my neck. I slowly bring my hand up to the left side of my neck. I'm able to feel where the marker had been left, because now my skin has different texture there. I follow the shape with my hand, wincing as I touch it. It seemed I would forever be stuck with a horrid yellow V shape upon the side of my neck. Thankfully, my hair is long enough that I can drape it to one side and hopefully cover most of the marker. But, in this moment, I don't care about the mark that would forever define me as a Satellite criminal. For one, who knows how long I will even be alive to show it off, but for now I need to escape.

I finally gather the strength and courage to stand up and I run to the wall that my duel disk and bag were thrown against. I grab them, and run over to the computer that is still, thankfully, unlocked from when the security guard used it. The computer is on the security database under my profile. I try to find the time on the computer, what kind of computer doesnt tell the time? I look around the room quickly, no clocks. What kinda hell hole is this? I hope I haven't been in here too long, but I still need to hurry. I grab a pencil and paper from my backpack. I quickly write down any important piece of information I can find on the screen, and most importantly, my parent's address.

I scroll down the page looking for more important info. That's when I see them, photos of my parents. I try and hold back the tears that come flooding from my eyes. This is my first time really seeing my parents since I was a baby. I try not to focus on my parents, at least not yet. I'm sure if I make it to their house alive, I can find plenty of photos there. What still surprises me is the green letters under my parents names, ALIVE. Why do they still think my parents are alive? How do we still own our house? What's going on? My head is spinning with questions, but I have to leave. The longer I stay, the more likely I am to get caught. I reach the bottom of my page with my criminal record, and as hard as I try, I can't seem to delete today's file. But, I do find a way to edit the file. I leave assaulting an officer, but change the only part of the file I would be worried about. I change it from Marked, to Warning. This will keep them from being able to track me through my marker. I exit out of the file and head for the door. Time to make my escape, I grab the hoodie stuffed inside my backpack and throw it on raising the hood up to disguise myself as much as possible.

I slowly try to open the door, but it's locked. Of course it is. I go over to the security guard and dig around in his pocket till I find a set of keys. I decide to go ahead and grab his badge and cards while I'm at it. I head back to the door and use the keys to unlock it. This time, I slowly and successfully open the door. No one seems to be out and and I can't hear footsteps in the hall, which is a good sign. I take a deep breath and stick my head outside the door, looking back and forth. Everything looks clear. The hallway down to the right ends in a dead end, so I take my chances and quietly run to the left end of the hall, before the hallway splits in two directions again. Both corridors seem to go on forever, doors lining every wall. I just follow my instincts and run down the right hall.

Each step I take echos down the hallway, but I hope no one is close enough to hear me. As I'm running past a room, I stop. A scream is coming from inside and it sounds like a little girl who could be no older than 5, I place my hand on my marker, I know exactly what is going on. But I can't help her, it's not like me to have empathy for someone else anyway, plus I don't even know who she is. I keep going until I come to an open door on my left, I slow down and sneak up to the side of the door, that's when I hear security from inside began to speak.

"I Hate patrolling the Satellite!" One of them begins to complain, before others join into the conversation.

"Yeah, why can't we just bomb them all and get it over with? It's not like anyone there is anything but trash."

"I don't think we need to worry about that. I've heard lots of people from the Satellite have been disappearing lately, and never turn up again. Maybe, they are already killing each other off, one at a time."

I back away from the door but the security guards continue talking about the satellite. I know exactly what they are talking about. Between The Cacoethes Movement, Dominic, me and the other psychics, many people in the Satellite are being killed off. I decide to run back the way I came, away from the guards. I pass the hall I was originally in and keep going. When I finally reach the end of the hall, I'm met with an elevator. This probably isn't the safest way out, but it seems to be my only option right now. I have to get out of here.

I decide to take my chances, hoping I can fight the guards on the bottom floor and make my way out. I press the button to the elevator, and turn my back to the elevator, so that I can make sure no one is approaching me in the hallway. When I hear the ding of the elevator, I turn towards it, ready to attack anyone who might be in it. When I see that the elevator is empty, I quickly jump in, pressing the button for the ground floor, then jam my finger on the close door button as much as I can until the doors of the elevator are finally shut. I am again greeted with music that in no way fit the building I'm in, this time the music just happens to be Wonderwall. I can't help but think of Jack Atlas when I hear this song. The thought of Jack tugs on my heart strings and my brain is full of memories of him. I shake the thought out of my head, that is for future me to deal with. I have to focus on the mission in front of me, now if only this elevator ride wasn't taking forever. As I reach the ground floor, I ready my duel disk for any Security officers that could try to attack me.

The door dings open and I quickly side step behind a large banner to my left. I wait a few minutes before peeping out from behind the banner, as I can imagine that most of the security guards would be looking at the elevator, confused, as it appears no one is getting out. After a few deep breaths, I peep out from behind the banner and spot the exit door. It's just across the room. There are about 6 members of Security standing on the inside of the room and I can imagine at least two more are standing outside to guard the door. I need to make my escape as quickly and as quietly as possible. There is a guard standing on the left side of the room in front of a desk. He is going to be my biggest problems as he could trigger an alarm at any minute.

The only solution I could think of was death. Quick and painless. They wouldn't even have time to scream for help. The only sound in the room is the pacing of the security guards. I make a high pitched whistle causing all the guards to look in my direction, before hiding behind the banner and taking a deep breath again. I quickly draw my ace, Trident Dragion, from my deck and place him on my duel disk, willing him to materialize in front of the desk on the left side of the room. What happens next is finished in one quick motion. The three headed dragon, as quickly as he appeared, engulfs the guard in front of him in flames before sweeping his fire to the left of him where the other guards begin to charge from.

The only thing left of the guards is ashes as my duel monster slowly dissipates. I slowly step out from the banner, bowing my head to him slightly as if thanking him for the service he has done. Ì run towards the door, but as I reach the exit, an alarm sounds. I quickly look around the room. No one is in here, they must have found out I escaped from upstairs. Two guards step in from the doors in front of me. I back up, readying my duel disk, before three more guards run out of the elevator that dings behind me. Then, I see it, my way out closing. A metal door is descending from the roof in front of the doors. Thankfully, they are still open from the guards coming inside. I grab my backpack off my back and throw it out the door. The guards don't turn and look, nor do they say anything, they ready their duel disk like the brainwashed drones they are. I don't give them time, I run forward, ramming my duel disk directly into the face of the first security guard before turning and kicking the second guard where it would hurt him most in the morning.

The three guards behind me are playing their first cards, summoning monsters, but it's useless. I run towards the door and slide under the metal door. If not for my small frame, I wouldn't have been able to make it. No longer than 3 seconds later, the metal door slams to the ground. But I already have my backpack on, and I'm running into the darkness of the night. I made it. I'm in the city and i'm free. Free to start the eradication of every. last. psychic.